Fan Xiang’s actions were too obvious. After he blew his whistle, almost everyone in the plaza stopped and turned their gaze to Lu Ming.
Such a move was bound to arouse suspicion; they had clearly conspired beforehand to deal with the Su family.
Seeing this, Su Ru was overjoyed. She truly hadn’t expected that besides herself, others were also scheming against the Su family.
With a wicked grin, Su Ru said, "Wanran, it seems our Su family has quite a few enemies. Look, how many people are targeting us? Lu Ming’s skills are good, but those in the plaza are all seasoned fighters. If they all unite against Lu Ming alone, I’m afraid he won’t be able to hold on?"
Su Wanran clenched her fists, angry and worried, yet helpless.
Finally.
She glared at Su Ru resentfully and asked, "Is this your doing?"
Su Ru shrugged. "I swear, it’s absolutely not me. If it were, may lightning strike me down."
It was indeed not Su Ru’s doing.
She had only asked Wen Song to feign death and intentionally lose the match. However, she hadn’t contacted the other 27 families; such an action would be too blatant.
Not far away, Fan Xiaoyun chuckled, extremely pleased with Lu Ming’s current predicament.
Fan Xiaoyun and Su Ru, two exceptionally dangerous women, had, without any communication, achieved a remarkably clever coordination.
Fan Xiaoyun was a wolf that sucked blood and ate flesh.
Su Ru, on the other hand, was a venomous snake, immensely sinister.
Whether encountering a wolf or a snake, either would spell death! Much less when the two of them cooperated.
Charge!!!
Except for the Wu family’s lion, everyone else lunged at Lu Ming, eager to beat him to death.
Sensing the unfavorable turn of events, Lu Ming swiftly climbed onto a stool, standing tall to observe from above.
"Well-prepared?"
"Good."
"It’s been a while since I last fought. To have an opportunity like this to unleash my skills, I couldn’t ask for more!"
Lu Ming took Wen Song’s place, wielded the lion head, and fearlessly engaged the 28 families.
The scene was incredibly lively.
Fist fighters charged forward one after another, swinging their sandbag-sized fists at Lu Ming.
Lu Ming remained unfazed, using his palms as knives, severing tendons and slicing flesh!
His hands were like surgical scalpels in the hands of a doctor in an operating room, capable of precisely cutting tendons and carving flesh.
Anyone unfamiliar would have thought Lu Ming was wielding a weapon.
"Ah—!!!"
A fighter’s Achilles tendon was severed. He fell from the five-meter-high stool and landed precisely next to Wen Song.
At this moment, Wen Song no longer cried out in pain or feigned death. He silently turned his head to look at Lu Ming, marveling at the younger brother assisting him who possessed such formidable skills.
Single-handedly, he was locked in a fierce battle against the other 28 families, a total of 56 people.
No, that wasn't quite right.
It should be said that Lu Ming was an insurmountable barrier against thousands.
One man had sent 56 people fleeing in disarray! His prowess left Wen Song deeply impressed: such a formidable individual existed in the world.
As one fighter after another was knocked off the stool, the cheers from the crowd grew louder, everyone marveling at Lu Ming's skills.
"Amazing, one person fighting a crowd. Is this something humans can achieve?"
"He’s like Huang Feihong, Huo Yuanjia, and Fang Shiyu reborn!"
"This is the true king of Mist City, peerless!"
"So the real powerhouse Su family hired is this obscure young brother. Tsk, we were all fooled, thinking Wen Song was the big shot. Turns out Wen Song is nothing."
With each cheer and each insult directed at Wen Song, his pride could no longer bear it.
He had never been so looked down upon!
More importantly, if Lu Ming continued to fight like this, the Su family might actually win the competition. If the Su family won, what about Yushan? He wouldn't be able to obtain her.
The thought made Wen Song clench his fists, grinding his teeth in hatred.
Amidst the crowd.
Fan Xiaoyun’s expression gradually soured. She had never imagined Lu Ming’s skills to be this exceptional.
Fan Xiaoyun herself was a trained fighter and could discern skill.
After witnessing Lu Ming’s prowess, Fan Xiaoyun knew that even if she intervened, she wouldn't last three rounds. Lu Ming was truly strong.
Beside her, Fan Xiang scoffed, "Tsk tsk tsk, is Lu Ming on drugs? How can he be this strong?"
Fan Xiaoyun shook her head. "If taking drugs could make one this strong, what would be the point of practicing martial arts? Lu Ming genuinely has the skill. This kid was playing dumb to lure the tigers into their den; we were all deceived by him."
Equally incredulous was Su Ru.
Wen Song had already conceded, and the 28 families had united. How could they still not deal with Lu Ming?
No matter how strong a person was, there had to be a limit, right?
Watching fighter after fighter being knocked off the stool, with fewer and fewer remaining, Su Ru couldn’t hold back any longer.
She subtly pushed Yushan forward.
Huh?
Wen Song, lying on the ground, saw Yushan. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and saliva dripped from his mouth in lust.
No, he couldn't let Lu Ming win!
The Su family must lose!
Wen Song disregarded his pride and what others might think. With a powerful surge, he got up and quickly ascended the stool.
He had made his decision: defeat Lu Ming first, and then intentionally lose to the Wu family's fighter.
This way, he could prove his superiority over Lu Ming, retain the title of Mist City’s number one, and successfully fulfill Su Ru’s plan, obtaining Yushan.
Killing two birds with one stone.
Magnificent!
In the crowd, Su Wanran saw Wen Song stand up and clapped her hands, exclaiming, "Master Wen, well done!"
She thought Wen Song had recovered and would now join forces with Lu Ming.
Of course, everyone else thought the same.
Lu Ming alone was already a formidable opponent. With the addition of the supremely skilled Wen Song, the Su family was guaranteed to win. Everyone present had lost any motivation to pursue the championship.
However, what no one expected was… Wen Song did not, as everyone imagined, join forces with Lu Ming. Instead, he unleashed a punch directly at Lu Ming's face!
"Take your life!"
A normal person would never be on guard against their own teammate.
But Lu Ming was different.
From the beginning, Lu Ming had sensed that Wen Song's injury was abnormal. Later, when Wen Song got up, the palpable killing intent emanating from him was undeniable.
An old soldier like Lu Ming, seasoned by countless battles, could instantly distinguish between a true friend and foe.
Wen Song was an enemy, not a friend!
Therefore, when Wen Song approached, Lu Ming was already prepared to react. As Wen Song’s fist slammed towards him, Lu Ming dodged and simultaneously pushed.
Using minimal force to repel a thousand pounds.
Wen Song’s fist struck the adjacent stool, shattering one of its legs.
Lu Ming moved aside, looking coldly at Wen Song, and said, "Master Wen, what is the meaning of this punch?"